Over the years, I have loved many times and lost many times. Each time truly believing that this is the one, perhaps my Knight in shining armor. The one to make me melt forever, love forever, fight for forever and bear his children; forever. Would he be the one to know that he has to fix my car when it breaks down by the side of the road without me asking? Would he just instinctively know that I should not have to come out of my pocket when we are on a date, at least the first 5 times? Would he just know that I should never cry and he be okay with it, that he should do whatever he can to not see me hurt? The major question though is how did I develop such a desire for my Mr. Right? Throughout all my tribulations and errors, have I now become somewhat of a player or playette, as someone referred to me recently? ‘Sandy, yu know seh mi mention yu name to a buddy of mine and mi tell him how much mi like you and want to ask you out,” an associate of mine said to me recently. “But him tell mi seh that you is a player and not to get involved with you.”

At first, of course I was shocked and a little bit hurt at being described as a player, because unbeknownst to many, if there was a candidate for re-virgination, I would be the perfect specimen in my opinion, as my lovers are few and far in between. After the initial shock of that statement, I began to examine what was actually
being said, and why. I searched deep within to try to comprehend my friend’s logic. “Think like a lady but act like a man,” by Steve Harvey and “The Rules” by Ellen Fein and Sherrie Schneider, in my opinion, encourage women to act as second class citizens, always vying for a man’s approval and attention.

These books and my associate’s statement encouraged the same stereotypical behavior of women and what is expected of you; in order to get a man. A woman’s job is to be docile and subservient, to smile at every turn and seemingly beg to be rescued out of her miserable single life. How dare a woman love the single life and date like a man? She must then, as my friend and his friend assumed, be a player and therefore must be left alone.

“I love having the freedom to chose who I want to be with,” I told this associate of mine. “Yes, I do have a few men that I talk to and so what? If that makes me a player, then so be it,” I continued with a wicked grin.
So, does that mean that you don’t want me to play with you anymore?” He grinned, shook his head and walked away; knowing that he has lost this battle of the sexes with me. Now who’s your daddy?

More than two hundred years ago, the American society was generally Christians, to date, as a result of self-determination and openness, every citizen of this country is free to practice or reject any religious belief.

The vicious and cruel attack on the American people in what bin Laden claimed to be in “support of Muslins” should never be tolerated. However, as the State continues to protect our freedom, we must play our part defending ourselves from those wicked and self-centered people who are determined to impose their opinions
on us.

Let us pray and encourage President Obama and the security forces as they seek to protect us
from the bin Ladens of the world. God bless America.

Generally speaking, most women after a breakup will bawl their eyes out for a few weeks and call their girlfriends on the phone who will most certainly tell her, “Gir,l you were too good for him anyways; he never deserved you.” Whether they are correct in their statements or not, we can always depend on our girls to boost our spirits and take us out on a “girls nightout.”

This will last for weeks, of course, but then the sun will shine again and our beautiful smiles will reappear as we hit the gym to of, course, “Get our sexy back.” Forever thinking to ourselves, “Watch me and him when I see him again. I gwaan mek him mouth drop to the floor.” Dieting, the gym and our girlfriends are our tools for
revenge.

In a few months time that man will be forgotten, as she moves on to another, better you; with bigger biceps and fuller lips ,of course. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned! When a man breaks up with a woman however, oftentimes it is never that easy; whether he is in the wrong or not. His reaction to his wife, girlfriend or lover is often filled with rage, spitefulness and revenge especially when it is clear that there will be
no reconciliation. “Listen Sandy, you have to understand that a man never ever wants to see his woman with another man, whether he left her or not,” my male friends try to explain. “Ina his mind, you are forever his, and imagining you making love to another man will eat him alive.”

Could that be the answer to all of life’s questions? Are men ultimately dependent on the love of a woman to survive, so much that World War Three might occur if he does not get his way? More importantly, are women such powerful human beings that with the swirl of our hips and the touch of our hands, we are able to control men; if we so desire? Is this power ultimately too destructive if misused, and sometimes unfortunately
,misunderstood? It does bewilder me the antics of a few ex-lovers when I have chosen to leave; and never return. Similar to every other woman in this world, their reactions towards me have been mixed with contempt to outright spitefulness. “Yu must have given him something real sweet Sandy, fe mek him a gwaan so,” my
friends laugh while we discuss the situation. “Fe yu loving must be real good girl,” they snicker. “Some people just do not know how to let go,” I reply. However flattering this may be, the prospect of getting back with an ex has never crossed my mind as, “I never go back to anything I have left in the past,” I confess to my girlfriends. “People do not usually change and what they are showing you is usually who they are.” Their “representative” is usually much nicer than who they really are. “Take the time to really get to know someone,” I encourage my girlfriends these days, wishing that I had listened to my own advice. A year, in my opinion, is enough time to really get to know someone; as that is usually enough time for human beings to reveal their true colors.

The recent news from the Department of Justice that Verizon Communications, Inc. has paid the United States $93.5 million in order to resolve allegations that the company overcharged the General Services Administration on invoices dealing with government-wide voice and data telecommunication services contracts that give us hope.

Several banks and retail stores have been caught stealing from their clients. It may be difficult for consumers
to avoid these thieves, however, we must arm ourselves with information as our first line of defense. Despite its shortcomings, New York City’s Department of ConsumerAffairs should be the starting point for information
on consumer rights. The department has been promoting a fair and vibrant marketplace with passage of the landmark Consumer Protection Law in 1969, making it the first municipal agency of its kind in the country.

Readers are being urged to visit www.nyc.gov or call 311 for consumer protection information. Be an educated consumer and protect your money and your investment.

I was certainly not going to ruin a good sex session! With this question, which has been directed to me on numerous occasions, it then got me thinking: if I was such a dynamite chick, according to this lover on the phone, why am I still single? “Then again, did I really even want a man? I certainly did not need one! To be quite honest, I have never met a man that has done anything for me that I cannot do for myself.

Hence, “Whose Vagina is it, Really?” was born, and have created nothing less than a phenomenon. From gut-busting laughter to outright shock at the title, this little book of mine has stirred up strong feelings amongst both sexes. Perfect! I am the Queen of the World! Was I too independent? Too strongwilled?
Too stubborn? Why am I still single and I “don’t have a tree in my face,” as we say. “Did I want too much? No, I did not,” I decided. But I, like most women, want more out of life than just the occasional, “Whose is it baby?” I would sometimes answer with a smart- assed comment, and ladies, try this as well, “Yours
baby, if you pay the light bill, the mortgage, the car note and buy some groceries. Now do you still want it?” See what his response is and that will tell you what he really wants from you.

Walking the streets these days is also a challenge, as my male friends and associates only ask me one thing on the very first sight of seeing me. “So Sandy, a fi mi or what?” At least the men are talking right? If I have accomplished getting a dialogue started between men and women, then this book will serve its purpose, as we rarely communicate. “This is not your typical sappy self-help book for women, where you are constantly looking for a Mr. Right,” I say to my friends while they lovingly ask me every day about its release. “I know that,” said my girlfriend Janice. “If this book is anything like your articles, then I need to preorder mine right now! It’s www.Sandydaley.com right?” she queried. “Yes, Janice, order right now,” I laughed out loud, realizing that I had some neurotic, but very supportive girlfriends.

Use what you have to get what you want out of life; of course, without losing your self-respect and of maintaining control of your own life is what I encourage in this book. The funny thing though, is that we all have the power but unfortunately, do not know how to use it wisely. “If only you ladies knew how simple men are,” said a male friend of mine recently. “We are not as complicated as women,” he went on to say. All you have to do is rub our heads and you get all that you want.” “Which head was he referring to though?” was my inner question as I wiggled my nose like Sabrina the teenage witch. “Whose Vagina Is it, Really?” asks the question but it is up to the readers to answer for themselves. The best answer in
my opinion that I ever received from a male friend of mine is, “Yours of course Sandy, but mine to play with if you let me!”

After a gut-busting laugh and of course, almost choking on the gum that I had in my mouth, I fully agreed with his statement. Needless to say, I still converse regularly with this individual as he recognizes that I am in charge and he really is just a squirrel trying to get a nut in my world! Or am I the squirrel trying to get his nuts? Now that is the million dollar question!

As we come to the end of March, which is being celebrated as “National Nutrition Month,” this is an opportunity for us to access better nutrition including the food we are consuming. However, our first action is to be educated about the food we are consuming and to improve our eating habits. As suggested by the American Dietetic Association, the basic focus should always be on
fruits and vegetables, eat locally grown foods and watch the calorie count.

The food problem is further compounded with the increasing cases of food poisoning which is distressing and sometimes life-threatening for millions of people in the U.S.and throughout the
world.

It was reported that more than 250 different diseases can cause food poisoning. People are being infected with foodborne organisms especially Salmonella, which is a bacterial infection that can be passed on to humans from domestic and wild animals, including poultry, pigs, cattle,
and pets.

People who are infected may have symptoms ranging from mild intestinal discomfort to severe dehydration and bloody diarrhea. Depending on the type of infection, people can even die as a result of food poisoning. However, there is help from the New York State Department of Health
Division of Nutrition.

There are many programs to educate the public as well as to supply the recommended
foods. But the onus is always on us to eat the right foods and avoid tainted food. Take and follow the advice of your doctor and nutritionist.